A gentle breeze followed the pair of Vantha as the ventured near Frostfawn hold. It was easily to tell they were getting close as the number of animals started to outnumber their handlers. A strong musk wafted through Miria's nose as they passed by causing her to grimace at the smell. Shrugging at Soren's proposition giving the Frostfawn a smug look. "I wonder." The Coolwater took a moment to consider if having an evening with her would be considered a stroke of luck or something akin to lethargy. Having only recently learning to regard others differently Miria still only had her original quirks to work with. Archery came first and foremost of course. "Don't ask me, your the one that's suppose to surprise me" Miria answered back as she readied her bow. The Coolwater did not understand why the Frostfawn asked her for permission with everything. It was starting to grate on her nerves. "Do what you will I'll follow suit." |